Without Luggage
Always come for the books
But they stay for the guilt
They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt
They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt
They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt
Ah, ah...
They beat me to the ark
You come before me without reason
You come before my life of arteries
They cry
Think by now my ...
Think by now my ...
Think, think, think, think
Think, think, think